Saturday, October 6, 2012

Love is Action

He tells me how much he loves me all the time.  But on days like these, I feel it more than ever.  Fever, sinus infection, pink eye in both my eyes, and he gets up early on a Saturday morning and brings me to urgent care.  He sits in the waiting room and puts up with the rants of strange men and terrible shows on TV and a long wait.  Then he brings me home and gets my prescription filled.  He makes trips to the store upon a whim of poor, sick me.  And he constantly asks what he can do.  As gross and unattractive and sick as I am, he loves me with his whole heart.  And even in my pain, I feel so blessed.

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